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Shrike's Heart (#2)
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up

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[That makes sense? Sort of?]
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[She might be thinking about this too simply, though.]
Is this the same dream she had before when you were in it?
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No, not quite. It is simply similar.
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[Giving in and biting her sister was pretty high on the list, though it was small compared to some other things others might have done here.]
What should our goal be? To make it through the game.
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[Or something. A situation like this had to have a catch like that.]
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[Sigh. This is going to be hard to figure out.]
We'll just have to avoid hurting anyone and figure a way out!
[Yes, because it's totally that simple.]
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